He stood at the picture window, backlit by the sun that danced between the black outlines of his tall, chiseled frame and the white, lacey curtains behind him. His body glowed like an erotic mural that I wanted to trace with my tongue. I wanted to undress him, to lay him down and explore his body until we both were spent.
Browsing: selife
He felt like a kid in a candy store, with a phone in one hand and his throbbing manhood in the other, eagerly awaiting to unleash the full force of his raging desire. One delicious selfie at a time, allowing the musky scents and sultry whispers of his fantasies to stroke the fires of his lust. This was the sweetest form of ecstasy he had ever tasted.
He felt his pulse start to race as he feverishly clicked through the digital gallery of selfies–each one more tantalizing than the next. He imagined himself as the object of each photo’s searing gaze, seducing himself as if he were the stars of these sultry pictures. The fantasy was intoxicating, and the joy of his own pleasure was unstoppable.